I’m what some may call “bad” at being a girl. I participate in a sport where I enjoy beating the living snot out of others, I’m not graceful or demure, my hands and feet are looking rough, I’m loud, abrasive, covered in tattoos, and I would live in sweatpants and sports bras if I could. […]
Read moreWinners Never Quit and Quitters Never Win
I will not quit, not ever. In life, on the mats, in a fight, I won’t ever stop. All the eyes watching me, whether rooting for me or secretly (and sometimes not so secretly) hoping I fail, they will never see me give up. Either I finish and wind up victorious, or I lose after […]
Read moreThe Hungry Wolf Howls Alone
Cutting weight blows. I miss carbs. Don’t get me wrong, I’m ecstatic with the results, but I would definitely rather have my pizza and donuts than my celery and water. Only someone who truly has a dream and a passion for fighting would put themselves through this. I’ve already planned my meals for afterwards and […]
Read moreAlways Bent, Never Broken
My body is deteriorating at a rapid rate. I’ve crunched bones, torn ligaments, fractured disks, sprained joints, concussed myself, swelled up my skin, dislocated body parts, and spilled my own blood more times than I can count. But I don’t quit. I don’t stop. Either I am exceptionally stupid, or I’m woefully stubborn. Either way, […]
Read moreAnxiety, Easy as 123
Broken bones, sprained ligaments, torn muscles, bruised shins, black eyes. Sometimes it’s really easy to look at someone at training and see all their aches, ailments, and pains as it’s at the forefront of their physicality. But unless you really look at a person, we miss the invisible suffering no one talks about. The kind […]
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